What Changed
1213 Words
Dual POV
Wren POV
“Hi, Blue.”
She stared at me with wide eyes, lust burning unmistakably in their depths.
I crawled above her, watching every tiny reaction cross her face.
“Yo—”
I shut her up with a kiss.
I placed my lips against hers. It wasn't soft. It was possessive, hungry—like four weeks of restraint had finally snapped.
She hesitated at first.
Then, eventually, she gave in.
Her lips moved against mine as my tongue slid between them, exploring, devouring, claiming. She kissed me back with just as much vigour.
We both fought for control.
Eventually, my tongue dominated hers, taking the lead.
We were literally devouring each other.
My fingers curled around her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her already-erect n*****s.
She let out moans that were swallowed by our wild kisses.
Four weeks without s*x.
We were both starved.
I had no plans to go gentle on her.
I planned on bringing out a rough, violent side of myself she had never known existed.
I rolled onto my back and put a pillow behind my head to tilt it forward, positioning her above me.
I broke the kiss.
“Needy, huh?”
I asked with a smirk.
“Get on your knees.”
She did it without hesitation or complaint.
I stroked my shaft three times.
She was on her knees, staring at my now-erect c**k.
“You like it?”
“Suck.”
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Bluebell POV
“Get on your knees.”
He ordered.
That wasn't how Wren normally sounded.
He didn't dominate.
Sex was always sensational with him—intimate, playful, passionate.
But the clenching of my p***y around nothing wouldn't let me think straight.
I knelt before him.
Right in front of his monstrous c**k.
Fuck.
He was so veiny.
It was a deep, warm brown, and the cap was big and wide, slightly reddish-brown.
He was 7.9 inches.
I knew because I had measured it once.
“You like it?”
“Suck.”
That was all it took for me to lunge forward.
I reached out to hold it.
He slapped my hand away.
He was staring at me with those intense eyes that carried lust and possession.
“Use your mouth.”
He commanded.
I crawled closer, kneeling in the middle of his thighs.
I bent my head forward and opened my lips.
My tongue went out, licking and savouring his cap.
He was already leaking with precum.
I took it into my mouth.
My lips stretched widely over it, my eyes glistening with tears as I struggled to take more of it.
I kept my eyes on him.
He didn't have any emotion on his face.
Just those dark eyes.
I kept sucking and licking, yet there were no moans, no groans, not even the lightest sound.
Did someone impersonate my Wren?
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Wren POV
Her mouth moved lazily along my shaft.
It was so annoying.
I got pissed.
You want to be dominated so badly, yet you can't even serve me.
After finding out what I did today, I doubted our s*x life would remain the same.
I pulled her lips away forcefully.
Her teeth grazed my c**k.
She looked at me with those puppy eyes.
But for the first time, they irritated me.
I rolled off the bed.
I walked to the sofa, my c**k dangling as I walked.
I sat down with my legs spread.
I looked over at her.
She looked at me, marvelling and scared.
She had never seen me this way.
I chuckled.
But the saying goes:
Important occasions call for important decisions.
I would get married to her.
I loved her so much.
But mistakes made deserved punishments.
“Come here.”
I said it in an insanely calm and seductive voice.
“Come, show daddy what a slutty b***h you are.”
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Bluebell POV
“Come, show daddy what a slutty b***h you are.”
The way he said it—
It wasn't a joke.
He meant it.
He called me a slut.
My heart stumbled.
But my greatest weakness was lust.
I stood up to go over.
“Crawl.”
He said it with a stern voice, his eyes fixed on me.
“I hate repeating myself.”
I pretended not to hear.
I was about to place my feet on the floor when I heard him say:
“Want to see what happens when you disobey me?”
The heat pulling through my insides wouldn't let me think properly.
I crawled towards him.
My eyes remained fixed on his c**k.
I knelt before him.
He stared at me for a long while.
Then he started laughing.
For a minute, I felt like all the dominant act was a game.
But when I listened closely, it wasn't out of joy.
It sounded like pain.
Or were my ears deceiving me?
“Bluebell.”
My breath caught.
He had never called me by my name all the years we'd been dating.
Something was definitely wrong.
I instinctively pulled away.
Not from fear.
But because his behaviour was igniting a fire inside me that I thought had died a long time ago.
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Wren POV
She started crawling backwards.
A smile appeared on my face.
She didn't look scared of me.
The lust in her eyes only increased.
“Get up.”
She looked reluctant, but I didn't care.
I fixed my eyes on her.
She looked at me.
A smile spread across my lips—the kind of smile that dared her to disobey.
She stood up.
“Climb up there.”
I motioned toward the computer desk opposite me.
I'd cleared it out.
She walked to the table and climbed onto it.
She stared at me with pleading eyes, like she was waiting for orders.
It sparked irritation inside me.
“Spread your legs wide for me.”
“Touch yourself while I watch.”
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Bluebell POV
Now this was no longer s*x.
Something was wrong.
But what?
I didn't want any problems in our relationship.
We were getting married soon.
I did as instructed.
I folded my legs, both my knees touching my breasts, and spread myself wide open.
My hole was completely visible.
I slid my index and middle fingers into my p***y, moving them slowly.
He just sat there watching.
No expression on his face.
I didn't have time to process it.
He stood.
Walking towards me, he stopped directly in front of me.
Both hands were placed on the desk, spread beside me, one on each side.
“You ache for me?”
I nodded.
I looked at him with dead eyes.
He laughed.
It sounded so mocking.
“Even pets reply their owners.”
“To think a c*m dump is mute.”
He sounded more like the dream Wren than my fiancé.
Where did it go wrong?
“Wren, what did I do?”
He smiled.
He touched my jaw, almost delicately, as though it were a precious stone.
I smiled.
Maybe he was joking all along.
Then he slapped me.
A sharp, stinging pain spread across my body.
It wasn't the slap that hurt.
It was the person standing in front of me.
“It's master to you.”
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